KEIRA’s POV

I flinched as the handcuffs brushed lightly against my soft sensitive skin. I watched Clint as he connected the handcuffs to the headboard of the king-sized bed where we lay. The feeling of the cold metal brushing against my skin alarmed me, but to my surprise, it gave me a thrill, one I had never ever felt before in my life.

Clint clicked the handcuffs shut and grabbed the chain. He yanked on it, pulling my face closer to his, and I let out a soft yelp as I winced at the pain ...